Loren never imagined that he would "go home" in such a way - if this place that really gave him a sense of belonging for the first time could be called "home".

Wimpal College in Wimpal.

After all these years, this place is still etched in the memories of the black-haired wizard.

Spacious dusty streets, hospitable robber mountain people, dilapidated watchtowers, flying houses, the townsfolk who are frightened and frightened of wizards, the baked potato pies at Redbeard's Tavern......

The college gate with a drawbridge, the hall with the fireplace, the library where a high-level spell is hidden, the private tower of Dalton Kander, the chapel behind the college... Well, and the vampires hiding in the chapel.

I really left countless beautiful and unforgettable memories here.

And when the dark-haired wizard full of emotion raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the academy, his mood... It's even more difficult to put into words.

The former Wimpal was gone, and in front of him was a huge fortress.

A house full of elven warriors, with earthen walls, fences, trenches, tents, and bonfires...... A cluster of giant fortresses called "barracks".

The layers of earthen walls have completely destroyed the appearance of the town, and turned it into areas of similar size divided by moats and wooden walls, each of which is formed in a circle with a tent and a wolf's smoke bonfire as the core, and the area closer to the periphery the larger and more rudimentary, and vice versa, the smaller and more elaborate.

On the outskirts of the camp was the camp of ogres chained by chains, with only stinking shacks and piles of wooden thorns, horse-barrens, and deep trenches, and at the heart of the camp was the former Wimpal Academy, which was armed to the teeth and connected by roads on all sides.

How do you describe your mood at the moment?

If it weren't for the dark green triangular battle flag fluttering on the gates of the academy, Loren wouldn't have believed that the camp in front of him was tightly structured, well-planned, and definitely well-designed and laborious... It's actually the Azorean elf!

Not only did he not dare to believe it, but even the Archduke of Ellemont, Ully Wirtz, on the side, had the exact same expression - when he confronted the elven prince on the Ebolden front, he was impressed by the terrifying combat power of the elven warriors, that is, how little they cared about the camp and defense facilities.

And this ...... in front of you

"At the time of the confrontation in the Deep Woodburg, this miscellaneous camp was quite rudimentary, similar to the war dancers' camping in the woods... Except to be a little bigger. ”

Seeing the confusion between the two, Liya snorted coldly and explained: "After the battle of the Deep Forest Castle, they will know how to build a camp exactly like your Empire." ”

"So our enemy is still a good student who is good at studying?" said the black-haired wizard jokingly, "They can't even learn how to shoot spear phalanxes, shield walls, and bow and arrow volleys, right?"

"It's not good news. ”

The expression of the Grand Duke of Ellemont was much more solemn: "Our greatest advantage against the Azorean elven army is to fight in dense formations and formations, if they also learn it......"

"If they learn, we'll kill the bastards in a row. The female elf's face was cold, and she glanced at him very unceremoniously:

"If they don't learn, we'll pinch these bastards to death one by one!"

After saying that, the angry Leah shook off and took Knight Aaron and a group of knights and war dancers towards the camp where the little wizard was in the rear.

Yuri Wirtz, who was interrupted by the grumpy female elf, involuntarily swept towards the black-haired wizard.

"If you just watch it 10,000 more times, there's nothing I can do. Loren sneered, "The first time we met, I almost got stabbed to death... She's kind enough to you. ”

"I don't care about her attitude towards me, I care about Lothair's future... And this war. The Grand Duke of Ellemont sighed and regained his usual composure.

"Not only will we help Lothair defeat the Azorean elves, but we will also bring them to the battlefield of the final battle as reinforcements and as part of the Empire. Yuri Wirtz shook his head:

"Leuven must have chosen her to succeed him out of trust, I believe she is the best person to unite Lothair at the moment, but in addition to her talent as a commander, she must also have the means of negotiation with ease, such as Leuwen, he is a ......"

Before the words fell, Yuli Wilts, who was stunned, was suddenly speechless, revealing a very tangled expression.

Leuven... It's not much better than this elf.

"Blow the trumpet. ”

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Archduke of Elleman, Loren changed the subject "very much".

"Now?"

"Right now. Staring at the Wimpal Academy in the distance, the black-haired wizard nodded:

"Brandon won't wait too long for us, he's going to have to do it quickly. ”

........................

At the same time, at the camp of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower in the barracks, the wizards were putting the finishing touches on the five "Light Sabers" brought by the army.

The little wizard standing on the outskirts of the camp leaning on the fence stared blankly in the direction of the Wimpal Academy.

The busy wizards behind her, the soldiers and knights hurrying in front of her, the cacophony of sounds and the swift passing of figures flooded her sight and hearing, but Ain stared intently in the familiar direction as if she hadn't seen it.

That feeling... It was as if he could again appear outside the gate in the evening, with a little squire with a sword on his back, the vigilant Mentor Dalton would open the door for himself, and Abbot Peter would wait in the room to meet him, and Isaac ......

Well, he will also greet himself in his own "way".

Under the clear blue eyes, the corners of the little wizard's mouth rose faintly, as if he had returned to those small days.

Until a familiar voice interrupted her.

"I'm sorry. ”

The little wizard who woke up turned her head to look, and the lone female elf Lea was standing beside her, her originally indifferent face was much softer than before, and there was a faint hint of shame.

"Leah, why ......"

Following the female elf's gaze to Ain, who looked at the academy, she showed a relieved smile: "Ah, it's okay - we are at war, and this kind of thing will inevitably ...... after all."

"No... I—I'm not talking about the academy, not the stone house. ”

The elf shook her head and interrupted softly.

"Huh?"

Looking at the little wizard's confused expression, the female elf became more and more unbearable.

"In my... Well, when retreating from the deep woods, almost all the nobles of the deepwoods left, and they ran so fast that some of the guys broke away from the team and were killed by the ambushed ogres and Azorean miscellaneous. Leah, who couldn't bear it, looked at Ain silently:

"There's only one family... They didn't leave. ”

"The Rand family. ”

The little wizard stared.

"I... Actually, I don't have any impression of them, and I don't have any good feelings, the leader of the Rand family seems to be a small leader of one of the archers of the Rand family, but he and all the soldiers of the Rand family refused to leave and stayed in the deep forest with Leuven. The female elf whispered:

"Then Knight Aaron told me that they were your family. ”

The silent little wizard involuntarily clenched his palms, and his little pink fist trembled violently.

But in just a second, she "recovered" her emotions.

"I'm sorry, if I knew, if that Levan idiot could remember, I ......"

"No thanks... Thank you for telling me, Leah. Facing the female elf's concerned gaze, Ain smiled lightly: "It's okay, don't worry about me, I still have my family, I still have Loren... I mean, Loren, Isaac, you and Mentor Dalton... You're all my family!"

"I'm not alone in this world, I'm not alone... Neither are you, you still have us!"

"Even if one of us is unfortunately gone, as long as the rest of us remember him, then he will still be with us, we... I'm still not lonely!"

Seeing that the little wizard who was not good at concealing his grief and kept trying to comfort himself, Leah nodded slowly.

"That's right, it's like Ruben Fleet... Although I don't want to, I shouldn't forget this bastard for the rest of my life, after all... Well, Ain, what's that look on your face?"

The elf, who had laughed at herself, turned around to see the little blushing wizard staring at her with eyes that seemed to be overflowing.

"No, no, no... Nothing, really nothing!"

Ai Yin, who hurriedly lowered his head, kept flickering his eyes one after another, and he didn't dare to make eye contact with the female elf's gaze, and his voice was as small as a breeze:

"It's just Leah, you... You and Leuven... You two... That one... I—What I'm actually trying to ask is... The question is... Be... I... I'm ......"

The little wizard with a blushing face wanted to speak and stopped, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word, and he was so anxious that he didn't know how to express himself.

"Me and Leuven?"

The female elf shrugged her shoulders with a low snort, as if she didn't pay attention to it at all: "That fool who likes to be in the limelight, saying to himself, 'This is the only way to do this for the sake of Lothair', 'I can't help it', 'I can't think of anyone else'... The fool who said to himself that he was going to die, and he didn't forget to throw his burden out before leaving. ”

"I've always been tempted to think that if I hadn't promised him that day, if it was me who stayed in Deepwood......"

"Huh?!"

The little wizard was shocked.

"What's wrong?"

"No... It's nothing, it's just Leah, are you and Luwen... Not... There is no ......"

"Oh... Ain, this is what you want to know. ”

A small arc hooked up on the cold cheeks of the female elf, and she looked at the little wizard playfully: "Hmm... I think we've discussed it, but ......"

"No, no, no, no... But?"

The red Ain, her cheeks are dripping.

"It's too late... But I think it's more like the guy doesn't have the guts to do that—of course if he dares to do that, I'm going to have to show him some color, and if he wants to conquer me, he won't have to beat me!"

"Because I'm Leah, I'm the elf of the Morning Star Forest, I'm a war dancer... This is my pride and what I have always insisted on. ”

"But that night... I... I suddenly realized that I wasn't so persistent, and there was even a moment when I wanted or was scared, and my mind was full of images of the guy rushing into the house, and I would resist and beat the guy with a bruised nose and a swollen face, but in the end ......"

The female elf stopped talking.

"Do you regret it, Leah?"

The little wizard asked cautiously.

"I never regret it. ”

The elf shook her head:

"If I had known him earlier, you and Loren, all of you, maybe everything would have been different, maybe ......"

"Woo——————————————————!!!!"

Just as the two were still "continuing the conversation", a hurried march signal came from a distance, and the originally noisy, town-like military camp instantly became "orderly".

"Byrne, ——! forward"

With a roar from Guy Angot, Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, the Byrne Legion, which had been waiting for battle, immediately walked out of the barracks on the hillside and slowly moved towards the center of the battlefield like a giant phalanx.

At the front of the queue, there are always the Byrne Knights and Ranger Knights who form a wall riding formation, holding swallowtail flag guns like a sea of flowers;

The crossbowmen formed a three-row formation with Karl Colin's marksmanship, followed closely behind, as the last form of fire before the melee engagement;

The Foot Knights from Fort Mountain Rock are the core of the Byrne infantry phalanx, always standing in the first row of the phalanx, followed by the Byrne spear phalanx and the heavily armed squires who are included in it as a supporting force.

The 50,000 Byrne legion spread out directly on the battlefield without any scruples, heading towards the tightly defended fortress camp of the Azorean elves.

Looking at the large banners, the sound of uniform footsteps, the neighing of war horses, the collision between armor and weapons... Even the female elves, who had already seen tens of thousands of soldiers marching into this grand scene, couldn't help but squint their eyes and look at the flags like a sea of flowers.

"This guy... It's really not the same as before. Lowering her voice, the elf whispered to herself, "I still remember that day... He came to Lucca's camp alone to ask us for help. ”

"Now he has his own country, his own army ... No more solitary wizards. ”

"We're too... It's no longer who we used to be. ”

The shy little wizard looked at the female elf who was quite emotional: "Is that right, Archduchess Lothair?"

The elf smiled.

"Yes, His Excellency Ayn Rand, the successor of the Ashamai School and the next patriarch. Looking at the little wizard's surprised expression, the elf smiled even more happily:

"That's what Loren told me, and I don't know what it means, but it should be important to you, right?"

The little wizard, who didn't know whether to be annoyed or surprised, nodded blankly.

"That's... Let's go down too, we can't let that big liar steal all the limelight alone!"

Grinning at the corners of her mouth, the female elf grabbed the barrel of the gun, and the shiny tip of the spear was raised above her head:

"Onward—Lothair!"

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